With a broken foot I'll take steps slower then the rising moon
to that truck stop by the corn field.
the shorter summer nights; I know August is ending.
and I watch the shadows move against the varnished wooden walls,
And each one of the trucker's cotton shirts blur with their movements,
like sad animals, a chicken with its head cut off;
stopping in mid-stride to look in my direction,
aknowledging only a person.
We're all ghosts.

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